Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Palau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The American Breed to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.